In the midst of the desert that separated the city of sin— Las Vegas from the city of dream— Los Angeles, Adam was floating quietly and leisurely in the skies above while facing the enchanting moon.
His eyes were hazy and empty, devoid of any emotions or intellect, but in his mind, a fierce debate was being enacted between his minds.
"So, my dear friends. It seems like we have been a little too reckless today, haven't we?"
In a white void of infinite length and maybe beyond, three people were facing each other while seated at a round table in between them.
The one who spoke among the individuals was a young black-haired man in the picture of Adam. He was wearing the clothes Hae-Won had given him all the way back when she was still alive and seemed calm with a dignified bearing on his posture and expressions.
